“A lone dark-cloaked figure standing on a chalk cliff above a turquoise…”

“That figure, alone and cloaked, is but a shadow of true solitude. The cliff is white, the sea too bright. Gauguin’s warm flatness drains the sublime; this tropical light lacks the profound, stony silence that makes the soul tremble.”

“The cloaked figure, a black silhouette against my gold and green, is a tourist in paradise. He brings Friedrich's chill to my sun-baked isle. His solitude feels staged, not born of the earth. I would give him”